Needing strength

Steve has been awfully unsteady since yesterday morning. When he woke up to get ready for work, he lost his balance twice -- never falling, thank goodness.

He returned to bed for more rest, waiting until the last minute to get ready for a day of important work meetings.

He's in bed today. We served him cinnamon rolls and turkey bacon in bed for breakfast, and all four of us have been in there to cuddle, read Valentine's Day cards and just have time together.

We both are worried about Thursday's MRI. Please join us in praying that the scan shows a smaller tumor. We both fear that the Damm Spot is growing, based on his left-side symptoms that are worsening, not improving, despite chemotherapy.

I rediscovered a quote this week. It's among the many words of wisdom that runs through my head when I'm worried.

"When you say a situation or person is hopeless,

you are slamming the door in the face of God."

(Charles L. Allen)